Album Review: The Gaslight Anthem – The ’59 Sound (II)

March 29, 2009

The anchor of The Gaslight Anthem’s excellent album, The ’59 Sound, is its second and title track, wherein our narrator reflects upon the too-young death of a friend and wonders what the experience of dying is like:

Did you hear the ’59 sound coming through on Grandmama’s radio?

Did you hear the rattling chains in the hospital walls?

Did you hear the old gospel choir when they came to carry you over?

Did you hear your favorite song one last time?

It’s rousing, heartfelt, and heartbreaking, and captures in one cutting sentence the cruel injustice of this world we all live in:

Young boys/young girls–ain’t supposed to die on a Saturday night.

If this was a just world, “The ’59 Sound” would already be considered a classic, and I have enough faith in flawed mankind to believe that someday it will be.

Like “The ’59 Sound,” the song, The ’59 Sound, the album, is bathed deeply in nostalgia. The obvious model is Bruce Springsteen, whose sound and songwriting are consciously mimicked and whose songs are referenced–it’s a concept album that takes place within “Spirit in the Night.” Here, Springsteen, Tom Petty, and Bob Seger constantly play on the radio, with an anachronistic visit from August and Everything After-era Counting Crows:

Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis.

(No, you don’t. That bitch is crazy.)

Also on the eternally-playing radio are Miles Davis, Wilson Pickett, and Otis Redding, although those references are less successful because the album doesn’t reflect their sound like it does its classic-rock touchstones.

The ’59 Sound‘s proper listening environment is blaring from the eight-track of the old white Lincoln Continental parked twenty feet away from a late-night beach bonfire, where you listen as you drink a Schlitz. And then again twenty years later, as it plays on the stereo while you and your friends are sitting around the living room reminiscing about that night.

Four Stars

“The ’59 Sound”

(Jason’s review of The ’59 Sound is here. I consciously didn’t read it after he sold me on it so that I could formulate my own thoughts. I hope I haven’t subconsciously plagiarized it.)



Album Review: The Gaslight Anthem – The ’59 Sound

December 2, 2008

I often wonder if New Jersey bands get sick of the Springsteen comparisons.  Sure, there have been many other notable rock outfits to emerge from the Garden State, but The Boss has always been the gold standard by which all others are measured.  Hopefully these comparisons won’t bother Jersey band The Gaslight Anthem, because they’re a huge compliment, and these kids have probably heard them a lot.  Much like Born To Run-era Bruce, this young band writes simple songs that tell the stories of youth, of nights spent lamenting lost loves and searching for new ones while cruising the streets and trying to figure out what it all means.  I’m willing to bet that the Springsteen references are a hell of a lot preferable to being compared to Bon Jovi.

Like the Manning family is to football, I envision a fantasy rock dynasty in which Bruce Springsteen is the doting, Hall of Famer father, while The Hold Steady are the star older brother that is writing a new chapter in the family legend.  If that’s the case, then The Gaslight Anthem would be the sensitive younger brother, for now just as content to sit on the sidelines reading poetry (like James Van Der Beek’s character in Varsity Blues) as stepping onto the field and hearing the roar of the arena.  But they have it in them to be great, to emerge like young Eli Manning to show dad and big bro that they too can contribute a thrilling new edition to the family legacy.

Overwrought football analogies aside, one of the stunning things about The Gaslight Anthem’s latest record, The ’59 Sound, is its simplicity.  Using tried and true, Clash-inspired punk rock riffs with bluesy undertones, The Gaslight Anthem’s music is both familiar and effortless.  Combined with lead singer Brian Fallon’s heart-on-sleeve lyrics about love and loss, you might expect to hear something that treads dangerously close to “emo” territory.  But while the emotive sentiment is there, this is not a band of crybabies.  They carry in their songs a lightly growling punk swagger that remains assertive without coming off as boastful or whiny like the majority of pop/punk acts today.  When Fallon sings in the heartbreaking title track “Young boys, young girls, ain’t supposed to die on a Saturday night,” the listener is more likely to envision a blue collar punk downing beers at a wake than a mop-haired, guy-liner sporting emo brat dropping a lone tear into his mocha latté.  That The Gaslight Anthem can pull off such sentimental music without coming off as little bitches is a testament to their respect for classic punk and rock ‘n’ roll.

The album’s songs are a roll call of women past and present, a familiar trope shared with The Boss as well as fellow New Jersey band the Wrens.  We hear the stories of Maria, Ann, Virginia, and others, all culminating in the laundry list of ladies lost rattled off in the country-tinged late album track “Here’s Looking At You, Kid,” a sad ballad that imagines how all those girls that broke the narrator’s heart would feel if he were rich and famous now, even though he isn’t.  Another common theme carried throughout the record is the identification with the teen culture of the late 50’s/early 60’s, an iconic era that nonetheless was long over before any of the band members were born.  The album makes constant reference to old cars (“Old White Lincoln”), old movies (“Film Noir” and “Here’s Looking At You, Kid”), and old music (“High Lonesome”).  Despite the Rebel Without A Cause nostalgia, the album always takes itself seriously enough to pull it off without ever venturing into campy “Happy Days” territory.  Again, these elements are seamlessly integrated into The Gaslight Anthem’s music, showing that even these most commonly visited themes of teen angst from yesteryear are still relatable and relevant to today’s youth.

It’s great to hear a modern rock band with such a reverence for the past and the common elements that make rock music so effective.  There are thousands of bands out there right now who haplessly throw out the same punk chords that can be heard on The ’59 Sound, but the difference is that The Gaslight Anthem make it sound so natural.  These songs are not something you would ever hear on the new Guns N’ Roses album (thank God!); no one slaved over a mixing board for over a decade crafting each and every detail of this record.  Instead, a band walked into a recording studio and banged out twelve simple rock songs that brilliantly capture the sad sound and rebellious spirit of tortured youth.  In reality, it may not have been quite so easy for The Gaslight Anthem, but they sure make it sound like it was.

Update (GW): My review of this album is here.


Dynamic Range Compression

July 19, 2008

Pete Bilderback at Flowering Toilet has a fascinating series of posts about dynamic range compression, and how it’s making music sound awful.

It starts here, and it makes sense to at least take a quick look at the graphs before delving too deep into my comments, so that you’ll have a better idea of what I’m talking about.

“You listen to these modern records, they’re atrocious, they have sound all over them. There’s no definition of nothing, no vocal, no nothing, just like — static.”

-Bob Dylan

“Loudness is killing music, and I’m not talking about the 80s Japanese Heavy Metal band.” You’ve probably heard some audiophool, musician or music geek say something like that over the past couple years. But what are they talking about, and what exactly is wrong with loudness?

Loudness is actually a somewhat misleading term…. What is actually going on is that most contemporary pop music is getting all of the dynamic range squashed out of it by means of dynamic range compression. Dynamic range is the difference between the loudest possible undistorted sound and quietest sound that is audible above the noise floor of the recording. Dynamic range compression limits the difference between the loudest and the quietest sounds. Subjectively, compression makes for a louder sounding recording. It is also a practice that is currently being taken to absurd extremes.

The net effect of this is to strip subtlety out and make the music exhausting to listen to, in a manner similar to how some cheaply-recorded albums can be exhausting to listen to–your eardrums just get tired.

While I don’t claim to be an audiophile or anything close, I like to think I’ve got a pretty good ear, and I’ve noticed this, too, without necessarily being aware of the reason. Based on a good review, I bought the Cold War Kids’ self-titled debut. I think I made it all the way through twice, both times in my car with stops along the way. I never made it through uninterrupted. I can’t make cool graphs like Pete’s because I don’t have the right software, but I suspect that if I ran songs from that album through Rip Edit Burn or something similar, I would find that they bore a great resemblance to Pete’s examples. To me, it never sounds like the music ever gets a chance to breathe.

I think one of the best-sounding albums I’ve heard in the past few years is (don’t laugh) Pink’s I’m Not Dead. The single “Who Knew” opens with guitar, then vocal and drums, then bass, each element distinct–they have been allowed to breathe. The song has a soft-loud-soft structure, but it isn’t so ridiculous that you have to turn down the stereo when it hits the loud parts. I wonder how that one would look graphed out? I’ve listened to it straight through many times, and it didn’t exhaust my ears. Maybe I’m way off base, as this is precisely the type of album where one would expect to find a lot of compression. Is this a rare example of sonic restraint in recent pop music? Or just an exceptional production job that overcomes the limitations of excessive dynamic range compression? I’d be interested to find out from someone who knows more on the subject than I do.

If you’re at all interested in this geek stuff, check out the series. It’s quickly getting longer, so if time is limited, start with the inaugural post, followed by the one on Mudcrutch. If you want more, read the piece on Born to Run and proceed from there.

I was thinking about buying the deluxe re-release of Steve Earle’s Copperhead Road. After reading about Born to Run, I’m nervous about doing so. Maybe I’ll just keep my old copy and spend my twenty-five bucks on other albums.


Grinderman Returns

June 24, 2008

Grinderman--GrindermanAfter taking a relatively long time off (from vocal music–he did some soundtracks) after 2004′s Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus two-albums-in-one release, Nick Cave released side-project Grinderman in 2007, followed by Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!! with the Bad Seeds in 2008. His prolific streak will continue, as another Grinderman album is planned for early 2009.

Grinderman will also be contributing a Suicide cover to a series of limited-edition releases celebrating Alan Vega’s 70th birthday. (Aside: so will Bruce Springsteen!)

I hope to have reviews of both Grinderman and Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!! up soon. In the meantime, here’s Grinderman’s “Honey Bee (Let’s Fly to Mars)” from their debut:


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